There were moments in the past eight days that made you forget everything but the football in front of you. The one on Saturday last when, as Arsenal seemed about to crack under the immense pressure exerted by Manchester City, Kieran Tierney played the most glorious ball down the left to give Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang a run on goal and the Gabonese striker strode on before steering the ball under Ederson with the casual ease of a man slipping a letter into a post box.
The one on Tuesday when Aston Villa 'keeper Pepe Reina, glancing behind him and surely expecting to see Eddie Nketiah's header nestling in the net, saw it come back off the inside of the post instead and in his gratitude almost fumbled it across the line before grabbing it just in time to preserve his side's lead over the Gunners.
And above all, the moment on Wednesday when Andy Robertson, just outside his own six-yard box, headed a cross out and Curtis Jones, on the edge of the area, played the ball out to Sadio Mane, who carried it down the right before releasing Robertson to power forward and whip in a low cross that Jones stepped past before Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain rattled the ball home for a goal which seemed both a summation of and exclamation mark at the end of an immortal season in the same way that Carlos Alberto's goal for Brazil against Italy was 50 years ago.
There were many memorable moments at Anfield, spectacular strikes from Naby Keita and Christian Pulisic, Trent Alexander-Arnold's sublime goal from a free-kick and even better cross to set up Roberto Firmino and a fantastic comeback from Chelsea which saw them recover from 4-1 to 4-3 down before Oxlade-Chamberlain put the game to bed.
For a few minutes you even fancied the Blues to nick a draw. They had momentum behind them and something to play for in the shape of a Champions League place, whereas Liverpool were motivated only by the desire to give their fans a fitting finish on the night the trophy was presented at Anfield.
That the feelings of the fans proved motivation enough said everything about the bond between city and team. Having understandably taken their eye slightly off the ball once the title was secured, Liverpool were not going to have their red letter day overshadowed.
Today's Premier League finale sees games whose importance is of the practical rather than the emotional variety. Manchester United and Leicester City will battle it out for a Champions League place while Chelsea could need a point from their game against a Wolves side who may need a victory to guarantee a Europa League spot.
At the other end of the table, Aston Villa, who play West Ham, are level on points with, but a goal ahead of, Watford who face Arsenal. Bournemouth, who are three points behind both with the same goal difference as Watford and play Everton, won't have given up either.
It seems likely that fortunes will ebb and flow in the same way that they did on Wednesday night in the final round of Championship matches. Brentford, seeking the injury-time winner against Barnsley which would have secured them a top flight place, instead conceded a goal which not only guaranteed West Brom a place in the Premier League but saw the Tykes edge past Charlton Athletic to avoid relegation by a point.
Meanwhile, the incredible coincidence of a 4-1 win by Swansea City over Reading and Nottingham Forest's 4-1 defeat by a Stoke City side 17 points behind them in the table, propelled the Welsh side into the play-offs by a single goal.
The jubilation and heartbreak felt by fans of all these clubs gave the lie to the idea that football would not matter much to anyone when it returned. Though maybe the celebrations of the promotion play-off winning players of Wycombe Wanderers and Northampton Town had already done that.
Wycombe's fans may have been denied a big day out at Wembley, but had the consolation of seeing their team reach the second flight of English football for the first time in their 133-year history. That's the kind of milestone whose importance can't be diminished.
It's worth recalling that just a couple of months ago a Premier League resumption seemed a doubtful prospect. When the French, Dutch and Belgian leagues cancelled the rest of their seasons at the end of April, plenty of people urged their English counterparts to follow suit.
One popular argument for throwing in the towel was that there is something obscene about playing football during a pandemic. This argument, with its toxic combination of morbidity and virtue signalling, is being heard in the GAA at the moment.
But Covid-19, as Philip Larkin said about death, "is no different whined at than withstood". You don't necessarily have to react to it like one of those Renaissance scholars who kept a human skull on their desk to remind them of their mortality.
Many people would prefer, while dutifully following the public health guidelines, to think of something other than the virus and its effects. It may even be crucial for their mental health to do so.
The restart of the Premier League and other competitive sporting events, even in their strange new guise, was both a hopeful sign that normal life had not entirely ended and an invaluable distraction at a dark time. The fun goes out of reading the death rates on Worldometer after a while.
Another objection to the resumption was that the players would be so unhappy about having to return they'd merely go through the motions. The lacklustre football of the opening week lent fuel to this argument. But it appears now that players just needed time to play themselves back in while adjusting to what must have seemed a very strange regime.
They made the adjustment. Villa's victory over Arsenal was a relegation candidate last ditch stand par excellence. Manchester United seemed more focussed after the shutdown than they had before it. And despite suggestions that once Liverpool had secured the title they'd put out the reserve team, almost the last thing that happened at Anfield this season was Virgil van Dijk nearly scoring after an Andy Robertson free-kick.
The naysayers also claimed that Premier League players simply wouldn't have the discipline to abide by the conditions necessary to keep the competition Covid-19 free. There was an element of middle-aged middle class sex fantasy, 'They're mad for the women those lads', underlying this.
The players' discipline turned out to be exemplary as you'd expect from people whose job depends on their physical health. Footballers emerged from the crisis much better than the politicians and others who'd lectured them for not accepting wage cuts when it started.
But wasn't it all pointless because there were no fans in the grounds? Well, the last few months have been a bummer for supporters who'd never anticipated being locked out of their home stadiums but they have at least got to follow their club's fortunes at one remove.
I don't believe there are many genuine Manchester United, Leicester, Chelsea, Villa, Watford or Bournemouth fans who don't care which way the results go today. Or that the fans of West Brom, Brentford, Barnsley and Swansea weren't kicking every ball with their teams on Wednesday night There is, to judge by social media, no great drop off in the strength of feelings provoked by what happens on the pitch.
Today, Mission Impossible becomes Mission Accomplished. The players kept their discipline, recovered their enthusiasm and provided many memorable moments for an audience which not long ago doubted if it would see football again this year. They even found time to strike significant blows in the battle against that other great virus of our time, racism.
Credit where credit is due. In a country which these days seems to specialise in getting things wrong, the football people got it right and by doing so enlivened, encouraged and excited a public both there and overseas which never needed its football fix so badly or appreciated it so much. They did us all a singular service.
Should the Premier League and the Championship last for a thousand years, men, and women, will remember the last few months and still say, this was their finest hour.
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